#space intern ocs

[whumpapalooza]

AI-less Whumptober '24 - Oct 3

I enjoyed making this, thank you for the prompt @ailesswhumptober!

Shared trauma, survivor’s guilt, “It’s not your fault

COSMIC SERVICE INTERNSHIP – AEGIS ASSIGNMENT YEAR 1, MONTH 3, WEEK 3

Glen was so dizzy he didn’t even feel the headache yet. He groaned. His vision was a blur of silver and gold. With every blink, silver melted into gray metal, and gold sharpened into the brassy scales of his starcraft's physician. “Slipper?”

“Yes.”

"Feels like everything's spinning."

Slipper gave an affirming hum. “That’s normal for head injuries. We were injured in a crash. Get more rest.”

Glen scrutinized each word before understanding what he was told. “Wait - we…”

“I am fine,” Slipper said. “My injuries are addressed." And he swiftly added, "My pain is mild. Rest.”

“…We’ve had this conversation before,” Glen realized. “Sorry.”

“Don’t give it another thought,” Slipper said. “It's not your fault. Rest."

Glen closed his eyes to do so - but in the silence, his mind’s eye pulled memories of the crash. He gave a flat huff of recognition. “Ugh. Right, pirates. Moon. Atmosphere. Yeah.” Then, before Slipper could say it, he added, “Rest. Sorry.”

Glen drifted close, but not into, sleep. Then the human tensed with a sudden thought. Prepared, Slipper said, “I will wake you if there is an emergency." And finally, Glen could rest.

[0ann3]

When you and your friend share a single braincell together

[toxicroyjamie]

It's interesting to me that like the vast majority of people think Jamie would propose to Roy because I've always been completely convinced that Roy is the type of man to plan an insanely elaborate and expensive proposal after knowing you for 3 months

[sleepyfan-blog]

I wonder what Cedric would do if he had to fostered to show him how this new world is or meets a fostered marine

Author’s Note: Thanks for the question!

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @bleedingichorhearts @kit-williams

Warnings: feelings of abandonment, ask me to tag

Being Fostered: I feel that Cedric would feel a mixture of Very Confused about why he’s being sent off go live with a random human for a little while, as well a mixture of deep inadequacy and being Very Upset at being sent away. He’d feel like he failed at being a Space Marine badly enough that he was being sent away from his older brothers and cousins to go live with a human for reasons that would make little to no sense to him.

Not that he would say any of this. Primaris marines were created to be more obedient in addition to being physically stronger, larger and resilient than first born marines. Cedric would endlessly stress internally about what sort of test he had failed to be sent away, which would manifest outwardly as a curious mix of absolutely obeying any order - perceived or otherwise - that the mortal he was put under the care of by his older brothers and hiding from said mortal when he gets overwhelmed or his emotions get the better of him. 

Unless it was made very clear to him that the fostering was not a punishment, not a demotion of some kind for a failure on his part, or something along those lines, that is exactly what Cedric would see it as. Also, any trust that the older brothers/cousins had built up with him is pretty much gone completely. He’s being sent off because they feel that he isn’t worthy of being a marine… 

As for what his reaction to seeing another marine being fostered, it depends on whether or not they’re a Loyalist, Renegade or Chaos marine.

For any foster, he’d mostly be very confused as to why the Ultramarines had decided that this sort of thing is necessary. What is it for? Why do these fosterings make these “Feral” marines seem less dangerous? What is the difference between them and a “Feral” marine? I’m not sure if he would ask any of these questions, as again, the primaris Obedience thing was probably at least partially beaten into them by the Mechanicus and I could definitely see asking questions as being seen as one thing to be punished because how dare you question my orders. Which is something I could also see being a thing among Black Templars too.  

But his outward reaction to a feral loyalist marine being fostered and bossed around by a baseline human (not even a Commissar or of the Astra Militarum. What??) is mild confusion and curiosity.

For a renegade marine, he’d be wary about interacting with this traitor - but since this traitor isn’t Chaos, he won’t do much  more then glower in their direction and wait for signs of duplicity or them trying to start shit. Then he will steal the human away to safety before attacc-ing to get the squishy human out of harm’s way. For a chaos marine? Whoooo boy. Given that he’s been scolded for being rude to Chaos Marines in the past, Cedric won’t start anything… But he is deeply suspicious of Chaotic Traitors and will be suspicious of the adult mortals who willingly spend time around them for prolonged periods of time, because Chaos Corruption is something that can be spread to other people (Like a disease) and why the fuck are they doing this? What could they possibly be getting out of this? CSMs are so dangerous! >:( this world makes no Emperor-damned sense.

[brynkiwi]

To celebrate international lesbian day here’s me and my gfs toxic yuri ocs that I doodled last night during date night lol

Theia (the cat) belongs to my love @therapygoth

Theia Winslow and her work place rival Princess Dahlia.

Neither of them are happy about the new uniform.

Two tsunderes slamming into each other forcefully is very funny and has been very fun dynamic to play with :3

[scp095]

part one of the art i made for @t4per3c0rder this summer <333

[maricat95]

2 of my favorite female characters (Demencia (Villainous) 🦎🐊😈💪🏻💖 and Kitty Softpaws (Puss in Boots)🐈‍⬛👢🗡️🖤💚💖) and 3 of my OCs (Marisela 💀 🌹🏵️ 🌸 💜💙🖤♥️💖 Bella 🐈‍⬛🎸🌹🖤💙💖 and Naomi 👽 🎀 🌌💙♥️💞💖) on International Women's Day ♀️💪🏼🌼💖

Happy Women's International ♀️💪🏼🌼💖

💀💀♥️♥️♥️

[burningrhino]

And Jason just jizzed in his pants

[whumpapalooza]

thanks again, @whumpcember! Enjoying the event a lot.

WHUMPCEMBER '24 - Dec. 3 Prompt: begging

COSMIC SERVICE INTERNSHIP - AEGIS ASSIGNMENT YEAR 1, MONTH 10, WEEK 3

“I don't think I’m being unreasonable." Tabby inspected the camp’s camouflage a third time as she ranted. "I'm doing more than my fair share.”

“I’m the one who figured out how many packs there were. I’m the one who sketched out a schedule of which packs led patrols where, and how often.” She adjusted a mossy rock. “I also did the math to figure out how long we’d need to go and call for a ride, and when there was a decent opening to do it.”

"I’m the one going into warring woofle territory by myself," Tabby carried on, checking that no animals had started making nests in the camp perimeter.

“Do you know what it means –“ She peered into a crevice. “- to move around and make a bunch of noise –“ She tossed a pinecone by their entrance. “- in a place where animals can only track echoes of sight and sound?”

Tabby discovered a hopeful web stretching between two twigs. She adjusted a leaf to hide it from view. “No, you don’t listen when I tell you things, so you don’t know what that means. But the long and short is: you’re an asshole.”

Tabby turned and crouched beside Brando. “I’m sticking my neck out for you,” she said. “The least you can do is wake up.”

Brando didn’t, so Tabby covered him with lichen. “Fine,” she said. “Compromise: please, don’t wake up and get yourself killed before I'm back."

[timekeepers-memoir]

should i draw neomachus on digital and attempt to render it

[hiraethenworldbuilds]

🌟 Radio 🌟

I got this done in under an hour :)

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

✨ HOW TO ACTUALLY START A BOOK

(no ✨vibes✨, just structure, stakes, and first-sentence sweat)

hello writer friends 💌 so you opened a doc. you sat down. you cracked your knuckles. maybe you even made a playlist or moodboard. and then… you stared at the blinking cursor like it personally insulted your entire bloodline.

here’s your intervention. this post is for when you want to write chapter one, but all you have is aesthetic, maybe a plot bunny, maybe a world idea, maybe nothing at all. here’s how to actually start a book, from structure to sentence one.

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🌶️ STEP 1: THE SPICE BASE ~ “WHAT’S CHANGING?”

start with this question:

what changes in the protagonist’s life in the first 5–10 pages?

doesn’t have to be earth-shattering. they could get a letter, lose a job, run late, break a rule, wake up hungover in the wrong house. what matters is disruption. the opening of your book should mark a shift. if their day starts normal, it shouldn’t end that way.

🏁 opening chapters are about motion. forward movement. tension. momentum. if nothing is changing, your story isn’t starting, you’re just doing a prequel.

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⚙️ STEP 2: THE CRUNCHY BITS - CHOOSE AN ENTRY POINT

there are 3 classic places to start a novel. each one works if you’re intentional:

The Day Everything Changes most popular. you drop us in right before or during the inciting incident. clean, fast, efficient.

pro: immediate stakes con: harder to sneak in worldbuilding or character grounding

The Calm Before the Storm starts slightly earlier. show the character’s “normal” life, then break it. useful if the change won’t make sense without context.

pro: space to introduce your character’s routine/flaws con: risky if it drags or feels like setup

The Aftermath drop us in after the big event and fill in gaps as we go. works well for thrillers, mysteries, or emotionally heavy plots.

pro: instant drama con: requires precision to avoid confusion

📝 pick one. commit. don’t blend them or you’ll write three intros at once and cry.

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🧠 STEP 3: CHARACTER FIRST, ALWAYS

readers don’t care about your setting, your magic system, or your cool mafia politics unless they’re anchored in someone.

in the first scene, we need to know:

what this person wants

what’s bothering them (externally or internally)

one trait they lead with (bold, anxious, calculating, naive, etc.)

that’s it. just one want, one tension, one vibe. no bios. no monologues. no “they weren’t like other girls” essays. put them in a situation and show how they act.

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⛓️ STEP 4: OPEN WITH FRICTION

first scenes should create questions, not answer them.

there should be tension between:

what the character wants vs. what they’re getting

what’s happening vs. what they expected

what’s being said vs. what’s being felt

you don’t need a gunshot or a car crash (unless you want one). you need conflict. tension = momentum = readers keep reading.

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✏️ STEP 5: WRITE THE FIRST SENTENCE - THEN IGNORE IT

okay. now you write it.

no pressure. you’re not tattooing it on your soul. this isn’t the final line on the final page. you just need something.

tricks that work:

start in the middle of an action

start with a contradiction

start with something unexpected, funny, or sharp

start with a small lie or a weird detail

💬 examples:

“The body was exactly where she’d left it - rude.” “He was already two hours late to his own kidnapping.” “There was blood on the welcome mat. Again.” “They said don’t open the door. She opened it anyway.”

once you’ve got it? keep going. don’t revise yet. don’t edit. just build momentum.

you can come back and make it ✨iconic✨ later.

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📦 BONUS: WHAT NOT TO DO IN YOUR OPENING

don’t start with a dream

don’t info-dump lore in paragraph one

don’t give me three pages of your OC making toast

don’t try to sound like a Victorian cryptid unless it’s on purpose

don’t introduce 7 named characters in one scene

don’t start with a quote unless you are 800% sure it slaps

be weird. be sharp. be specific. aim for interest, not perfection.

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🏁 TL;DR (but make it ✨useful✨)

something in your MC’s life should change immediately

pick a structural entry point and stick to it

give us a person, not a setting

friction = good

first lines are disposable, just make them interesting

and if you needed a sign to just start the damn book, this is it.

💌 love, -rin t.

P.S. I made a free mini eBook about the 5 biggest mistakes writers make in the first 10 pages 👀 you can grab it here for FREE:

[dreamersparacosm]

i want jealous jungkook too...but do you know who i want him to be jealous of? BAM. I WANT OC AND BAM I WANT THEM

tpod!jungkook would absolutely be jealous of a dog. like he already fought to have you, now he has to fight with his own dog?? what kind of world is this?

the price of desire — epilogue blurb 1!

prompt ; in which jungkook’s biggest competition isn’t a man, but his own doberman.

warnings ; none!

Here’s the thing about Jeon Jungkook: when you’re in Korea, he simply forgets how to function like a normal human being.

Sure, he could go to rehearsals. He could hang out with the boys, lift heavy things at the gym, play with Bam at the dog park until one of them drops dead from exhaustion. He could — and does — have a life outside of you.

But unfortunately, that’s impossible to uphold currently. Because Jungkook, in all his stubbornness, has decided that when you are in Korea, you are his life.

So he waits, with the particular blend of patience and agitation that only the hopelessly devoted can manage.

He waits while you sit through endless meetings in the Seoul office where he assumes you're probably reshaping the course of fashion history. Meanwhile, he — professional idol, household name, literal global phenomenon — spends his entire afternoon fluttering around the house like an overgrown golden retriever preparing for your arrival back.

When you finally do appear, hours later than you promised (”just a quick check-in meeting,” you said, like a liar), he’s orchestrated the perfect welcome. There’s even some of your candles lit that you got from the market the other afternoon.

He made sure to put on that stupid grey hoodie you once said you liked, the one that makes him look especially ‘boyfriend-coded’ which is insane because he is your boyfriend, but whatever, he’s trying to a better man for you.

There he stands in the entryway as your keys jiggle in the lock, heart metaphorically cupped in his hands like an anxious teenager, waiting for the moment your eyes find him after a day at work.

The door swings open with comedic timing.

You enter, still clad in your professional clothes, designer bag hanging from your shoulder. Your gaze performs a quick sweep of the space, a radar searching for something that’s not him.

Somehow, impossibly, you miss the tall international superstar practically vibrating with anticipation directly in your line of sight.

It’s too late; your attention has already locked, with laser-guided precision, onto what is apparently the actual love of your life.

"Bam!" You gasp, the name ripping from your throat with the same intensity usually reserved for reunion scenes in war movies. His dog doesn’t fight it, just wags his tail and pants excitedly when he realizes you’re home.

Just like that, Jungkook experiences the unique displeasure of watching himself become irrelevant.

He stands, a bewildered expression on his face, as you drop your bag, drop your coat, drop your body at Bam’s unsuspecting feet. Within seconds, you've transformed from fashion industry powerhouse to someone talkimg in a baby voice to a dog on his entryway floor. “Oh my god, Look at you, you handsome boy! Did you miss me? I missed you so much, mwah!”

You're now kissing the dog. Not polite little pecks, but full-on, emotionally-invested mouth kisses, as if you've spent your entire day in meetings plotting how to most effectively transfer your affection to this four-legged creature while breaking his owner's heart.

Jungkook watches this betrayal unfold, holding a spatula, like he’s someone who's just realized he's accidentally enrolled in the world's most elaborate third-wheel masterclass.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

He clears his throat once.

Nothing.

He shifts his weight to his other foot.

Still… nothing. No passing glance.

Sprawled on his floor in complete surrender, you’re essentially involved in an impromptu romance with his pet. Jungkook — who has spent the last three hours committing culinary crimes against rice and desperately channeling his mother's cooking spirit — stands frozen.

It’s fine. Completely fine. Absolutely, one hundred percent acceptable.

Except for the tiny detail that he’s mentally drafting adoption papers for Bam.

He clears his throat again, louder this time and pointedly.

Finally, as if emerging from a trance, you glance up. “Hi, baby," You chirp, lips puckering in his direction, clearly expecting him to bridge the gap.

As if he's some lovesick sitcom husband whose entire world revolves around whatever affection you decide to toss his way. (Which…alright. Maybe he is. But acknowledging that would undermine his current position.)

Jungkook stares back at you, arms crossed, mouth pressed into a flat line.

Your eyebrows furrow, lips still suspended mid-pucker. When his statue holds firm, you slowly lower your mouth into a frown.

"...Hello?" You venture from your position on the floor, blinking up at him.

"Hi," He returns.

You narrow your eyes into little slits, hands still rubbing Bam’s head. "Come here."

"No."

"Why?"

"You kissed the dog," He announces petulantly.

You blink again. And then, because you are exactly the kind of woman who built a million-dollar career off smelling blood in the water, you grin.

“Oh my god,” you say, already laughing. “Are you—?”

You dramatically disengage from Bam, remaining on your knees but pressing both hands to your chest in a theatrical gesture. “Are you jealous? Of Bam?"

Jungkook's jaw flexes. He glares at some fascinating invisible point approximately six inches to the left of your head.

“I'm not jealous," He mutters, hands clasped behind his back as he avoids your gaze. (Which is exactly what someone jealous would say.)

"You're jealous of your own dog," You whisper, tone faux sympathy.

You shift your weight back, settling onto your heels, craning your neck to study him like he's a fascinating psychological case study.

Bam, however, is blissfully unaware of his central role in this drama. He wags his tail so hard that his whole butt is moving side to side like a windshield wiper.

"I leave for a couple of hours," you observe with fascination, "and you've already picked a fight with a literal puppy."

"He's not even a puppy anymore," Jungkook snaps back instantly, as if the classification of his ‘competitor’ is somehow the most pressing issue in this standoff.

You gasp, one hand flying to clutch at imaginary pearls. “Oh my god. You're calling him old? You're losing it, Jeon."

"I'm not losing it," He grumbles defensively.

The evidence suggests otherwise.

You rise to your feet slowly and saunter over to him. He stands there, arms still crossed, watching you approach with a suspicious squint.

You stop inches in front of him. Looking up through your lashes with innocence that wouldn't fool a toddler (but still somehow works on global superstars), you deploy your sweetest, most saccharine tone: "Baby," you murmur, "Love of my life."

Your hands slide up his chest, fingers toying with the neckline of his hoodie. The very one he selected for your approval, now weaponized against him.

"Don't tell me you're scared," you whisper with mock concern, eyes wide. "That Bam's gonna steal me away?"

His response surpasses non-verbal communication: silence paired with a scowl.

You grin evilly, and you lean forward until your lips brush against the shell of his ear. “He does have better hair than you," you tease.

Jungkook jerks back like he’s been electrocuted, mouth falling open in outrage.

"I knew it," he declares. "I knew you liked him better!"

Your laughter echoes throughout the whole room. His expression remains fixed in accusation, still treating your interaction with Bam — who has now abandoned you two to roll on his back in blissful oblivion — as a mortal enemy who must be defeated.

You wipe under your eyes dramatically, pulling yourself together with exaggerated effort before tilting your head.

"It's okay, baby," you console with insincerity. "Some men just can't handle the competition."

The scowl on his face deepens.

You nod solemnly, caressing his bicep. "Maybe you should work on your wagging. And your fur. I mean, Bam's coat? Impeccable."

Jungkook's mouth drops open again in shock.

You heave a long-suffering sigh, the sound of someone burdened with the great responsibility of being with a ridiculous man.

“God,” you roll your eyes, stepping into his space and grabbing a fistful of the front of his hoodie. “You’re so dramatic.”

And before he can launch into another argument, you yank him down and press your lips to his. Firm, no-nonsense, entirely fed up, but still soft because, unfortunately, you’re obsessed with him. (But he’s obsessed with you right back.)

He smiles against your lips, the ones that taste like some coconut lip balm you always wear.

Of course, though, he can’t leave it alone. Has to get the last word in, even when his hands are sliding up your sides and his chest is rumbling with happiness.

“You taste like dog,” He mumbles into your mouth and when you pull back to glare at him, he grins wider, looking downright pleased with himself.

masterlist + request

[scp095]

art i made for @lil-als this summer!!

[hellbornsworld]

JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS(13)࿐ ࿔:･ﾟ࿐

𐙚 Late Night Encounters | underground boxer!jk x volleyballplayer!reader | Series | @cherrygukkie

𐙚 Drown for You | siren!jk x f reader | Series | @jeonstudios

𐙚 My baby girl | Jungkook X Reader | One-Shot | @rkivepetals

𐙚 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗗 | Neighbor!Jungkook x Fem!reader | One-Shot | @cravetive

𐙚 A cheating way | Jungkook x f!reader | One-Shot | @bangytell

𐙚 Valentine Vixen | Stripper! Reader x Rich! Jungkook | One-Shot | @bunnyhugs77

𐙚 lonely hearts club | JK X Reader | One-Shot | @dovechim

𐙚 Woman on Top | JK X Reader | series | @heartbeatan

𐙚 Man Eater Hunting | Idol! Jungkook x "Man Eater”! Reader | One-Shot | @httpjungkookcom

𐙚 oxygen | Mafia!Jungkook x f!Reader | One-Shot | @gimmethatagustd

𐙚 Empty Space | Police Officer Jungkook X Reader | Two-Shot | @ahundredtimesover

𐙚 Trapped Hearts | Jungkook x Fem!Reader | @kxxkiecxre

𐙚 sanguis | vampire!jungkook x vampire!reader | Two-Shot | @7deadlysinsfics

𐙚 LOVE WAGER! | jungkook x fem!reader | Series | @2hightocare

𐙚 sate | Vampire!Jk X Reader | One-Shot | @adonis-koo

𐙚 the curious lifespan of migrating monarchs | streamer!jk x international student!female oc | One-Shot | @alphabetboyluvr

𐙚  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 | jungkook x reader | One-Shot | @solecize

𐙚 bottle up old love | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot | @wintaerbaer

𐙚 new beginnings | ceo!jungkook x figureskater!oc | One-Shot | @nochukoo97

𐙚 the philosophy of good luck | tattooartist!jungkook x reader | One-Shot | @kidguk

𐙚 Colors | Jeongguk x Reader | Series | @inkjam-moon

𐙚 The Prince with the Ugly Heart | Prince!JK X Reader | Series | @daydreamindollie

𐙚 Son Of Dracula | vampire|jungkook x human|reader | Series | @katobobato

𐙚 THE YOUNG WOLF |  jungkook/reader | game of thrones au | One-Shot | @junqkook

𐙚 Babe 🎀 | Husband!koo X reader | One-Shot | @rkivepetals

𐙚 lifetime. | yan!jjk x reader | Two-Shot | @blackswan446